Proud to call her my friend, because of her technohysterically piratoid gait and dancing style, caused by the perfect imbalance of pegleg, missing eye, parrot on her hook handed shoulder, and those piratoid tendencies extending to her lack of personal hygiene. That her image went viral, and that she was perhaps literally viral, made her the stuff of techo and techni historical dreams. She was the perfect wingperson, grossly famous, which (like when the bride chooses the dress for her prettier bridesmaid) made me the comparative "catch of the day", but with a better scent.

Nice start to the novel ladies!! Lol, you had me in a sort of a transfixificationness as I read your prose. Your friend sounds like an antiestablishmentarianist to me with her piratoid and ultraodoriferous tendencies but not completely lacking in amicabilitinesses.
Not being much of a horologicalistical person I nevertheless find it serendipitous that we share cotemporaneousnesses of a pleasant nature on this website.